My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 281: The Watcher

Enzo

Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

scent slowly came to my nostrils. It was fading quickly, but it was there. I recognized it immediately as Lewis’

into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my father’s house. I hadn’t gone there since he died, as I had assumed that Lewis and his followers were hiding out there and I didn’t have time to deal with it. But something told me that it wasn’t just that; he was intentionally stalking

Nina, who was still standing by the motorcycle with a combination of terror

called. She came running up to me and grabbed my arm. “Don’t leave me

Crescents; and if he wasn’t, then he was, at the very least, up to no good.

woods. The thick pine trees made it much darker inside the forest, and the sun had almost gone down so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me though with my night vision, and I kept

stay quiet, which she did. We then quietly walked further into the forest, following what looked like a very faint

had fallen. I walked up to the snow, sniffing the air. Lewis’ scent had long since dissipated, but when I looked down, I could see that there were footprints in the snow. They looked like large boots, which

mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through windows, around corners, and through the trees for who knows how long. It made me sick to think that my father’s Beta, the kind and caring yet gruff man who I had known since I was

care much about it since we only moved there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape. I hated everything

although I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or just from the cold. Either way, I gently put my arm around her and rubbed up and down her shoulder as I turned around and guided her

we were out of the trees, we were able to speak freely. The sound of the ocean rushed up on us the moment we stepped